ng by his authority to quell the mischief. But when he saw that
the ship was surprised, he threw down his curtleaxe, and begged Rawlins
to save his life, telling him how he had redeemed him from Villa Rise,
and put him in command in the ship, besides treating him well through
the voyage. This Rawlins confessed, and at last consented to be
merciful, and brought the captain and five more renegades into England.

When all was done, and the ship cleared of the dead bodies, John Rawlins
assembled his men, and with one consent gave the praise to God, using
the accustomed services on shipboard. And for want of books they lifted
up their voices to God, as He put it into their hearts or renewed their
memories. Then did they sing a psalm, and last of all, embraced one
another for playing the men in such a deliverance, whereby their fear
was turned into joy. That same night they steered for England, and
arrived at Plymouth on February 13, and were welcomed with all gladness.

As for the ship from Dartmouth, that had arrived in Penzance on February
11, for the English had made the Turks believe that they were sailing to
Argier, till they came in sight of England. Then one of the Turks said
plainly _that the land was not like Cape Vincent_; but the Englishmen
told them to go down into the hold, and trim more to windward, and they
should see and know more to-morrow. Thereupon five of them went down
very orderly, while the English feigned themselves asleep; but presently
they started up, and nailed down the hatches, and so overpowered the
Turks. And this is the story of this enterprise, and the end of John
Rawlins' voyage.

_THE CHEVALIER JOHNSTONE'S ESCAPE FROM CULLODEN_

THE Chevalier Johnstone (or _de_ Johnstone, as he preferred to call
himself) was closely connected with the Highland army, hastily collected
in 1745 for the purpose of restoring Charles Edward to his grandfather's
throne. He was aide-de-camp to Lord George Murray, Generalissimo to the
little force, and seems to have known enough of warfare to be capable of
appreciating his commander's skill. He was also a captain in the
regiment of the Duke of Perth, and later, when the petals of the White
Rose were trampled under foot, he became an officer in the French
service.

From his position, therefore, he was peculiarly fitted to tell the tale
of those two eventful years, 1745 and 1746. Though only the son of a
merchant, Johnstone was well connected, and, like ma